The Reunion Ch. 02

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, pressing her chest against his, kissing him deeply. Lifting her, John seated her on the edge of the desk, pushing a stack of papers and a few other things out of their way. He pulled away from the kiss and his mouth moved back down to her chest, gently pushing her to lean back so she had to let her arms go to her sides to support her weight with the palms of her hands against the desk, causing her to thrust her chest forward. Michelle looked at his arm next to hers, admiring his bicep muscles, which were tense from supporting his weight. With his free hand, he pulled down the cup of her bustier and began running his tongue around her right nipple. He took it into his mouth and she arched her back with pleasure.

She felt his right hand reach down between them as he pulled himself from the constraints of his pants. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his erection against her pussy, through the thin material of her panties. "Your panties are so wet," he murmured around her nipple. He gave a gentle bite and she moaned loudly. Chuckling, he placed his hand over her mouth. "Somebody is going to hear you!"

"Oh, let them come watch," she breathed, grinding herself against him. "I need you to fuck me," she said urgently, pulling him close so she could run her tongue along his lower lip and nibble at it.

He started to sink to his knees in front of her. "I want you to come first." He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and she lifted her behind off the table so he could pull down her panties. Giggling, she pulled her feet through the holes and he tossed them aside. He stroked lightly at her neatly trimmed pussy, and smiled up at her.

"At this point, I don't think that will take long," she confessed. "No man has ever made me feel like this." She had never had a partner who could bring her to climax without help from something battery-operated. She had a good feeling about John. A really good feeling.

She watched as his face moved between her thighs, which were spread wide for him. His fingers separated her folds, and his touch sent fire radiating through her. Slowly, his soft tongue trailed up to her clit, teasing. Her breathing became more rapid, and her hands clutched at his scalp, nails digging into him as he flicked his tongue across her most sensitive area.

John was becoming extremely aroused by her body's response to his touch. Her fingers scratched at his scalp and tugged his hair, and she started to buck her hips slightly, moaning. He wanted to hear her yell his name. He entered her with one finger, then two, rubbing, probing, loving the feel of her slick warmth, as he sucked at her clit.

That sent her over the edge. She gasped and he felt her legs tremble, her muscles constricting in waves of pleasure. "Ohhh," her voice grew louder, "oh my god, John, you're amazing!" He thought she would tear his hair out by the roots but the sharp pain felt so good. "Oh, John, please," she whimpered, still convulsing with after shocks. "I need you inside me."

"Shit," he panted, standing up and pressing himself against her, kissing her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth, tongues intertwining. "Do you have something, because I wasn't planning on this when I left my apartment." She directed him to her purse, which she had left on one of the smaller desks. She smiled as he struggled for a second to climb out of his pants, which had fallen, and stared intently at his butt as he retrieved her clutch.

When he came back to her, she grinned devilishly and grabbed his behind. "You have a cute ass, John." Smiling, he leaned into her, nuzzling her neck, and nipped her earlobe.

"I want you to come again for me, baby," he murmured into her ear, rubbing himself in her wetness before sliding the head of his stiff cock inside of her. He gasped in surprise when she grabbed his ass again and pulled him more deeply inside.

"Don't tease," she groaned.

"Give me a second or I'll lose it," he murmured, taking a moment before he started pumping slowly.

She felt him fill her, and began squeezing her pelvic floor muscles with each thrust. He grunted and pumped a little faster. A long, low moan escaped her lips as she felt that familiar tension building inside again. "Where have you been for the last ten years," she panted, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, which were damp with sweat.

"Waiting for you." He stopped thrusting, filling her to the hilt, bringing his face to her chest. He shoved the top of her bustier down so he could caress her breasts. A shiver ran through her when his tongue explored one nipple and his thumb rubbed small circles over the other.

Without meaning to, she started making noise with each thrust as he started pounding into her again. "Fuck me, John. Harder, oh, god, harder!" she cried out as he continued to play with her nipples and moved his mouth to her neck. "Ohhh I'm going to come again," she moaned as he ground himself into her faster and faster. She cried out in ecstasy, and as he felt the contractions of her orgasm, he lost control, pumping wave after wave of cum inside her.

They stood there, breathing heavily, clutching each other tightly, as close as two people can be. She felt his hot breath at her neck, his heart pounding in his chest, still deep inside of her, both of them having small muscle spasms. She suddenly felt overwhelmed, almost to the point of tears.

"Thank you," she whispered, starting to pull away. He slowly pulled himself out of her and disposed of the condom. She sank to her knees and gently began lapping at him, cleaning him with her mouth.

His breathing quieted and he started running his fingers through her hair. "You're so soft," he murmured, watching her use her mouth on him. When she was done, he pulled her to her feet and they embraced, kissing tenderly, slowly. She didn't want this night to end.

As though reading her mind, he said, "I want you to come back to my place."

"I can't, someone is waiting for me at home." His eyes widened, and she quickly explained. "I have a one year old daughter," she laughed. She bit her lip, suddenly worried that she may have just scared him away.

"For a minute there, I thought I was 'the other man,'" he joked. "We'll have to get together another time, then."

Relieved, she gave him a quick peck and started putting herself back together. "These damp panties are a bit cold and uncomfortable," she commented.

"So why don't you leave them off? Better yet, give them to me?" he joked.

"John, you made me so wet, I'd be leaving a trail on our way out the door with nothing on."

Laughing, they left the room a few minutes later, just in time to join the crowd of people leaving the gym. As they walked to her car, they exchanged cell numbers, and promised to be in touch, sealing the deal with a goodnight kiss.

To be continued....